Nobody knows her name

Nobody sees her face

She sits alone in the corner of her room

Consumed by darkness,

humming an enchanted tune

Though she tries, she can't recall the words,

all words are lost to her

And her only books fell through the rotting floor boards a long time ago

Never moves, never speaks, never eats, never sleeps,

yet she is always in a dream

She stares out her blackend window with unseeing eyes

She conjures false images behind fragile eyelids

Voices softly murmer in the back alleys of her mind,

words she recognizes but can't quite make out

Her feet have grown into the earthy floor, like the roots of trees

Lips fused together from lack of use,

years of keeping her mouth shut

She has begun to sink into the faded, peeling wallpaper

She is vanishing from a world who was unaware of her existance

to begin with

No one visits her anymore

She is left in her isolation

She once was loved,

now she is forgotten